Flustered Axons

To fiddle with the thoughts and judgments that ponder the acceptance of reason, for reason’s sake alone…

Closely, I ponder,
Does there have to be a reason for reason?
For reason in its self, makes the probablistic nature of reason,
Stand for its self.

Closely, I ponder,
Would I never again accept reason?
Will reason then only precipitate more room for excuse,
so that only now reason… is excuse.

Then, closely again, I ponder,
Would I not want to need to accept to believe in reason?
For if reason is only a psychosocial space for excuse,
what then is my option for believe?

But then, closely, I ponder,
Do I need reason to have an excuse only to live?
For if an excuse defines my presence for life,
Then I would rather die away from the presence of life in its self,
for only then would I find peace, gazing through a locked window into myself…

- Essence of life, here, is rather the state of being when people surround only to crowd and accept the common accepted for company of another… Troubled times when the needy walk the lonely earth to find solace in the sanctuary of pretentious hearts and fickle sap-blurred visions of truth… Ponder only on words of acceptance. For life is now… As it has always only preceded the downfall of the skeptical, when scrutinized under the lenses of deliberate judgment, hence I leave thee with only one thought : About when? -